What the biting north wind cannot dissipate is the grievance and anger in the hearts of the people in the mountains.
In the wind and snow, he held one end of the huge bamboo chariot on his shoulders, and the other seven corners were the seven most elite subordinates under his command, as well as Dongxuan Sanren.
"I have been in seclusion for only ten years, but there is such an extraordinary person in the world..."
On top of the bamboo chariot, Qi Daoguang sat with a golden sword and a square-shaped halberd, which weighed more than two thousand kilograms, making the bamboo chariot creak loudly.
"Not to mention Yilong, even we seemed to be inferior to him back then..."
He touched his chin.
Qi Daoguang naturally does not think that he is inferior to others. In fact, no matter whether it is three thousand years ago or present, he only admits that he is only a little inferior to the old prince.
But according to the information, not only was this kid born as a homeless beggar, but he had only been practicing martial arts for ten years.
In comparison, when I was not born, I had taken dozens of top-notch elixirs, including Ren Yuan Great Pill, Yijin Chang Gu Dan, and Gui Yuan Pill.
With such a huge birth gap, if that kid achieves even 70% of his achievements, he can be said to be better than him...
"What did you say?"
Dongxuan Sanren bared his teeth and was furious many times in his heart, but when he noticed that person's gaze, he managed to squeeze out a smile:
"That kid only relies on his magical powers, how can he compare with you?"
Snapped!
The strong energy was like a slap, almost knocking Dongxuan Sanren away.
"Who do you think you are, worthy of judging us?"
Qidaoguang glanced at him lightly:
"If you continue to talk nonsense, I'll take your head off and feed it to the dogs!"
Dongxuan Sanren shuddered and swallowed the great frustration. He really couldn't afford to offend the person in front of him.
Qi Daoguang, known as Xiaoba Zun.
He was born in Linlong Dao, and his grandfather was the deputy general of Xuanjia Jingqi and the eldest son of the Qi Family, a large family in Linlong Dao.
The Qi family has a long heritage and can even be traced back to thousands of years ago. It once declined, but it also returned to its peak as Zhang Yuanzhu conquered the world.
To this day, he is also one of the eight great masters in the world.
As the eldest son of the Qi family, Qi Daoguang is naturally the proud son of heaven. Not only does he have a noble status, but his talent is also top-notch.
According to legend, he was born with hundreds of meridians, knows all the orifices, and has superhuman understanding. He not only realized the essence of Baquan, but also realized the 'Bajue True Gang', 'Bawang Spear' and 'Bawang Killing Technique' from the ordinary martial arts in the Xuanjia Army.
These three superb martial arts.
Therefore, King Zhao of Xifu was alerted to come out of seclusion and personally give instructions on his martial arts.
Although he has not become a disciple, in everyone's eyes, he is the direct disciple of Prince Zhao, and he is most likely the only disciple who has inherited the 'god seed'.
What really made him famous was his terrifying record of challenging the Heavenly Wolf Martial Saint ‘Tantai Mie’ at the border gate outside the Great Wall ten years ago, and was injured but did not die!
Of course, after the First World War, in order to heal his wounds, he went into seclusion for more than ten years. Only now can he get out of seclusion...
"Yang prison..."
Gently stroking Fang Tian's painted halberd, Qi Daoguang had expectations in his eyes. If the rumors are true, this person seems to be good at domination boxing too?
This is a bit too coincidental...
"Shaking the ground, dominating fist..."
While he was murmuring in his heart, his heart suddenly moved.
Click!
The bamboo chariot shook, and eight people, including Qi Shanmin, suddenly fell to the ground, almost vomiting blood from the huge force.
boom!
Qi Daoguang stood up and looked into the distance.
Qi Shanmin and others were almost vomited blood from the pressure, but they still struggled to get up and looked forward.
But in the distance, I saw a dragon-shaped roar roaring into the sky, various arrows coming and going across the sky, and large swaths of flying eagles and magic archers falling like rain.
"This is……"
Qi Daoguang subconsciously held Fang Tian's painted halberd. He first glanced at the figure in the distance with his beard and hair spread out and his palms as strong as an angry dragon.
Then he looked up at the figure in the sky, where arrows were falling like rain and his bow was flying like thunder:
"Yang prison..."
…
…
Under the strong wind and snow, the world was desolate, and the northwest city was not very lively. Except for the government officials and soldiers who were cleaning the snow, there were only a few pedestrians.
On the other hand, many taverns were unusually lively. Liuhe Building was even full of seats, and various discussions could be heard endlessly.
"Another group of people died... Well, after a few days of calm, as soon as Mr. Yang went out, he wanted to cause trouble again. Why bother?"
"Mr. Yu Da's methods are no less ruthless than Master Yang's. He has killed hundreds of people these days, right?"
"This year's snowstorm is no worse than last year. Doesn't God deny people a way to survive? If it hadn't been for Mr. Yang's relief, I don't know how many people would have died..."
"Natural and man-made disasters are signs of troubled times! Is the Ming Dynasty really exhausted? That's right, Master Yang is just short of..."
"Shh! For these things, hey, let's have a drink! I heard that Mr. Yu Da issued a ban on alcohol. This wine is for one drink, one less..."
…
On the sixth floor of Liuhe Building, near the window, Zhenyan Taoist leaned on the railing and looked out. Under the wind and snow for days, there was almost no difference between the sky and the earth.
Everything as far as the eye can see is a scene of solemnity and desolation.
"This is a sudden change..."
The old Taoist sighed slightly.
The horror of natural disasters lies in their indiscriminate coverage. The shadow of last year's snow disaster has not been broken, and a new snow disaster is about to spread.
Relief and disaster relief can save you for a while, but if there are continuous natural disasters, then...
Zhao Kun was waiting on the side, worried. He followed his ancestor's gaze and saw a faint red color on the street.
On the first day of the heavy snowstorm, he fled back to the northwest city. On the same day, Yang Yu rode an eagle and left, without deliberately concealing his whereabouts.
Along with them, there were many eagles leaving the city.
That night, Yu Jing personally took action and used thunderous means to frighten Xiao Xiaoxiao in the city.
First, all the spies from various families and sects were imprisoned. In the following days, criminals were beheaded at the entrance of the vegetable market almost every day, and the smell of blood continued for several days.
"Grandmaster, uncle, this old man..."
Zhao Kun was filled with worry and his brows were furrowed.
He had lived a very hard life these past few years, and finally found his uncle and master, fearing that something might happen to them.
"Instead of worrying about your uncle, it's better to worry about Mr. Yang..."
The old man turned around and sat down.
"Worried about him?"
Zhao Kun was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head: "The court has wanted him for so many years, but he has never taken advantage of him. He should, should..."
"Not to mention the masters in the secret world, there are also many great masters in the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List' on the surface. Although Young Boy Yang is smart and powerful, he is a bit younger after all..."
The old Taoist saw through his mind at a glance:
"You've never thought about it, have you?"
"Back to my ancestor, this disciple has never thought about worrying about Yang Yu's safety..."
Zhao Kun smiled bitterly, a little lost in thought.
In fact, when the Patriarch spoke, he suddenly realized that his confidence in Yang Yu even exceeded that of his uncle...
this……
"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for decades. Yang Xiaozi is a man of great fortune, so for more than ten years, he has been successful.
But you must not forget... He is actually not here yet."
The old Taoist looked deeply at his disciple:
"Surrounded by a pack of wolves, he is still willing to leave the city and go to the Jedi in person to save your uncle. No matter why he goes there, I must remember this kindness, and you must remember it too..."
After that, he stood up and left.
Zhao Kun took a deep breath and bowed to respond:
"Disciple, please remember..."
When we got down to Liuhe Building, we met the yamen who were transporting the bodies of prisoners. The carts were pressing on the snow, making a "creak" and "creak" sound.
"Real person."
At some point, Yu Jing came closer and bowed slightly.
"Ready to leave the city?"
The man of truth glanced at him, and the latter nodded without hiding anything:
"The situation in the northwest Daocheng has been decided. It's time to go to Xingli and Lizhou. It's been snowing for many days. I'm afraid someone might cause trouble..."
Due to the eager attention of many experts in the imperial court, in the past year or so, except for the food and medicinal materials for disaster relief, the power of the northwest Daocheng has not spread towards Xingli Prefecture.
It wasn't until Yang Yu left the city that he sent a large number of people there. Now that everything in the city had been settled, he was really worried.
Last year there was heavy snowfall, and all the cities in the northwest were hit by famine, let alone the two prefectures of Xingli where the rebels had not been completely pacified?
And this was something they had discussed before Yang Yu left the city. It was delayed for more than ten days because of the remnants of the big and small families in the city.
"Just go."
The old Taoist will naturally not object:
"If there are really things that an experienced person cannot handle, then one more of you will not be too much..."
"Thank you, real person."
Yu Jing bowed for a long time and turned around to leave without saying anything. However, he had already packed his bags before coming.
"Natural disasters, man-made disasters..."
The man of truth stopped for a long time and then sighed.
No longer thinking about wandering around, he turned around and returned to the house. Qin Si was cooking medicinal food. Seeing his ancestor's serious expression, his heart sank.
"Ancestor?"
Qin Si wiped her hands and saw that her ancestor had returned to the room and was writing something at his desk. She was curious and couldn't help but move forward.
"You can give this letter to Yang Xiaoyou when he returns. Give this letter to your great-uncle..."
casually handing the two letters with still wet ink to Qin Si, the old Taoist pointed to the three full bookshelves in the room:
"The bookshelf on the left contains the old Taoist's martial arts experience over the years. The other two are rare Taoist treasures that were lost in the past. When you have free time, you can browse more..."
The old Taoist was talking nonchalantly, but Qin Si's heart couldn't help but sink:
"Ancestor? What happened to you..."
"It's not a big deal. It's just that a guest came from outside the city. The old Taoist thought that instead of letting him enter the city, it would be better to go out and meet him for a while."
The old Taoist smiled slightly.
"Is it Taoist Yunni? Or, Nie Longtian? You..."
Holding the two letters, Qin Si felt inexplicably panicked.
"Do not think too much!"
Pointing his finger at the center of his disciple's eyebrows, the old Taoist smiled gently:
"I'm still waiting to eat ginseng fruit at your wedding banquet. What could happen..."
After stretching his muscles and bones, the old Taoist slowly walked out the door. Qin Si wanted to follow, but she couldn't keep up and lost her after a few steps.
"I don't know what that ginseng fruit tastes like..."
Stroking his long beard lightly, the old Taoist's thoughts were a little distracted, but his steps were very fast. Before long, he had arrived outside the North City Gate where there were almost no pedestrians.
In the wind and snow, two figures could be seen approaching gradually.
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